History
This old bomber took me to uni and back during my student days. Times were hard then and I couldn't afford a gym membership, but it turns out I didn't need one as the trust ole Pintara (or 'Tara' as she was affectionately known) would randomly run out of fuel as the fuel gauge was dodgy and always read empty, resulting in me having to push the car to the side of the road (weights) then walk sometimes several km's to a fuel station with a jerry can in hand (cardio). Ahh memories..
